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Thus far, the biggest thing that Jeff's departure means is that the cats sleep on top of me more than ever. Which meant I woke up many times over the night feelign exceedingly stiff, and forced to discombobulate the both of them so I could move enough to sleep again.

The second largest thing is that I forget to put the alarm on when I leave in the AM, because of course, somebody's home. So we decided exactly what sign we need to put on the inside of the front door: "If this door isn't alarmed, it ought to be!"
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Well, all the while I've been a working person, I've had the majority of my minor-work-anxiety-dreams turn out to be "Late-for-class-and-something-else-is-stopping-me-even-now", or "Test? There's a test today?" or "It's October and I didn't know school had started!" type dreams. (The work anxiety dreams only show up when a minor work issue has turned major, and not always even then. I guess I really don't take my work home with me.

So naturally, this last weekend, I had an "I'm trying to drive a car, but there are pedestrians on the road and the brakes are slipping!" dream.

Actually, I'm not particularly uneasy, except about getting my last two classes straightened out. Oh, and about how much math I've forgotten in the 12 years since high school. And about whether the professor who was so impressed by my brother will end up disliking me for not being Jeff, instead of liking me on my own merits. And about money. Oh, that's a major one, I should say, AND ABOUT MONEY. And about whether I'll end up choking on the Faculty of Education as Jeff did, and follow in his footsteps altogether too far. (Although far from ending up a professor, I'd probably turn around and end up one of those people who sell pottery and the like at all the craft fairs and festivals. Or working in a used book store. Or something equally low-paying and difficult to make a career out of.)

Heee...

Even with all that, it beats just dragging on and on in this current job forever. By MILES and MILES.

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More work on the summary yesterday, trying to take out as many words as I put in. No novel or story writing as I opted for sleep instead.

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Thus far, the biggest thing that Jeff's departure means is that the cats sleep on top of me more than ever. Which meant I woke up many times over the night feelign exceedingly stiff, and forced to discombobulate the both of them so I could move enough to sleep again.

The second largest thing is that I forget to put the alarm on when I leave in the AM, because of course, somebody's home. So we decided exactly what sign we need to put on the inside of the front door: "If this door isn't alarmed, it ought to be!"
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Well, all the while I've been a working person, I've had the majority of my minor-work-anxiety-dreams turn out to be "Late-for-class-and-something-else-is-stopping-me-even-now", or "Test? There's a test today?" or "It's October and I didn't know school had started!" type dreams. (The work anxiety dreams only show up when a minor work issue has turned major, and not always even then. I guess I really don't take my work home with me.

So naturally, this last weekend, I had an "I'm trying to drive a car, but there are pedestrians on the road and the brakes are slipping!" dream.

Actually, I'm not particularly uneasy, except about getting my last two classes straightened out. Oh, and about how much math I've forgotten in the 12 years since high school. And about whether the professor who was so impressed by my brother will end up disliking me for not being Jeff, instead of liking me on my own merits. And about money. Oh, that's a major one, I should say, AND ABOUT MONEY. And about whether I'll end up choking on the Faculty of Education as Jeff did, and follow in his footsteps altogether too far. (Although far from ending up a professor, I'd probably turn around and end up one of those people who sell pottery and the like at all the craft fairs and festivals. Or working in a used book store. Or something equally low-paying and difficult to make a career out of.)

Heee...

Even with all that, it beats just dragging on and on in this current job forever. By MILES and MILES.

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More work on the summary yesterday, trying to take out as many words as I put in. No novel or story writing as I opted for sleep instead.

and play me a little Shady Grove

Progress notes for August 17, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 600-some words.
Reason for stopping: Not sure what the characters say next, and my brain is turning off.
Tea: Apple Juice.
Music: Ulla Pirttijärvi, Máttaráhku Askái,
Darling du Jour:His lip felt wet with something too hot and viscous to be water, though it tasted of the sea.
Mean Things: Intense pressure. Physicially and otherwise.

Inevitable Asides: I'm definitely noticing a decline in the Folk Festival Music Store's selection since the guy who ran it for almost forever left it. (The selection improved during the festival itself, of course, but aside from albums by the artists actually present, they didn't pick up quite as much as they usually would.) It's been over a year, and it seems like I'm seeing less and less of the stuff I check for -- and I always ahve a fairly long mental list of names to check, even if I don't meant o buy them yet. The Nordic section has become a joke, and even the "Celtic" section (Which, as well as Celtic work, houses people like Maddy Prior and June Tabor) is getting small.

I don't mind other people buying stuff before I get to -- I mind that it doesn't seem to get restocked afterwards.

For instance, today I went out hunting a very specific but fairly common folk album (Kate & Anna MacGarrigle - Matipedia). I've found it at HMV (But of course, for a stupid price I'd enver pay, even to support the artist), and today, I found a copy used -- in fact, the used store had a few things I wanted, but I restrained myself to just two. The other, Luka Bloom's From the Mountain to the Moon, is a perfect example of what I'm talking about: over the last year the Folk Fest Store has gone from having 4 different albums of his, the more popular ones in multiple copies, but just expensive enough to keep me from an impulse buy, to having none at any price. I thought they'd at least reappear for the Festival itself, but no.

And yes, I shouldn't have bought anything. I justified two albums based on used CD prices, which would have got me one at the real stores.

and play me a little Shady Grove

Progress notes for August 17, 2006:

Raising the Storm


New Words: 600-some words.
Reason for stopping: Not sure what the characters say next, and my brain is turning off.
Tea: Apple Juice.
Music: Ulla Pirttijärvi, Máttaráhku Askái,
Darling du Jour:His lip felt wet with something too hot and viscous to be water, though it tasted of the sea.
Mean Things: Intense pressure. Physicially and otherwise.

Inevitable Asides: I'm definitely noticing a decline in the Folk Festival Music Store's selection since the guy who ran it for almost forever left it. (The selection improved during the festival itself, of course, but aside from albums by the artists actually present, they didn't pick up quite as much as they usually would.) It's been over a year, and it seems like I'm seeing less and less of the stuff I check for -- and I always ahve a fairly long mental list of names to check, even if I don't meant o buy them yet. The Nordic section has become a joke, and even the "Celtic" section (Which, as well as Celtic work, houses people like Maddy Prior and June Tabor) is getting small.

I don't mind other people buying stuff before I get to -- I mind that it doesn't seem to get restocked afterwards.

For instance, today I went out hunting a very specific but fairly common folk album (Kate & Anna MacGarrigle - Matipedia). I've found it at HMV (But of course, for a stupid price I'd enver pay, even to support the artist), and today, I found a copy used -- in fact, the used store had a few things I wanted, but I restrained myself to just two. The other, Luka Bloom's From the Mountain to the Moon, is a perfect example of what I'm talking about: over the last year the Folk Fest Store has gone from having 4 different albums of his, the more popular ones in multiple copies, but just expensive enough to keep me from an impulse buy, to having none at any price. I thought they'd at least reappear for the Festival itself, but no.

And yes, I shouldn't have bought anything. I justified two albums based on used CD prices, which would have got me one at the real stores.